Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 328 Lin Feng fights Jian Cang again

Before Sun An could react, Jian Cang's body crashed down on him like a mountain. Sun An felt a surge of overwhelming force, too much for his body to bear. He was sent flying like a falling leaf. He arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several meters away, blood spurting from his mouth.

Jian Cang rolled several times in the air, dissipating some of the force, and then landed steadily on the ground. After he stood firm, he turned his head to look at Sun An, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. But he quickly turned his gaze back to Lin Feng, a wry smile on his lips, and said, "General Lin, it's been a while since we last met. Your strength has improved again." His eyes showed both surprise at Lin Feng's increased strength and vigilance against this sudden battle.

Lin Feng stood there, glaring coldly at Jian Cang. His eyes were like two sharp daggers, as if piercing through him. He said nothing, simply adjusting his breathing slightly, preparing for the next round of battle. Fury burned in his heart. How dare these people kidnap his beloved Xin'er? He would make them pay.

The teahouse was in shambles, broken tables and chairs scattered across the floor, blood and spilled tea all over the place. The air was filled with a strange mixture of blood and tea. The oil lamps on the walls flickered violently, stretching everyone's shadows long and casting them against the cracked walls, making the scene look particularly eerie.

Lin Feng completely ignored the chaos around him; his eyes were focused solely on the injured Chen Xin'er. He quickly crouched down, his eyes filled with concern as he carefully examined Chen Xin'er's injuries. His slender fingers gently brushed aside the messy hair from Chen Xin'er's forehead, a gentle gesture that stood in stark contrast to the bloody battle surrounding them.

Chen Xiner opened her eyes slightly. When she saw that the person before her was Lin Feng, surprise and grievance flashed in her eyes. She suddenly threw herself into Lin Feng's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as if wanting to merge into his body. Her body trembled continuously, and tears flowed like a river bursting through the dam. Her voice was sobbing, "Lin Feng, I was so scared. I thought they were taking me back to Jinyan City and I would never see you again."

Lin Feng hugged Chen Xin'er tightly, his chin resting lightly on her head. He gently comforted her, "Xin'er, it's okay. I'm here, no one can take you away." His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it had a magical power that could dispel the fear in Chen Xin'er's heart. His eyes burned with anger, and he secretly vowed to make those who hurt Chen Xin'er pay the price.

At this moment, Xu Tian and Chen Yu quietly walked out from the back of the teahouse, their footsteps light and ghostly. They came behind Lin Feng and stood quietly, watching the surrounding situation with vigilant eyes.

Lin Feng gently let go of Chen Xiner, a hint of worry still in his eyes. Seeing this, Chen Yu hurried forward, knelt on one knee, looked at Chen Xiner with concern, and asked, "Miss, are you okay?" His voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that he was extremely worried about Chen Xiner's safety.

Chen Xiner wiped her tears, shook her head and said, "It's okay, Brother Yu, I'm fine." Her voice was still a little choked, but she had gradually regained her composure.

Xu Tian frowned slightly and said solemnly: "Brother Chen, take Xin'er to a faraway place, and leave this place to Lin Feng and me." He looked into the distance, as if he had foreseen the fierce battle that was about to happen.

Chen Yu nodded, stood up and said, "Brother Lin, Brother Xu, be careful." There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He knew that this battle would be extremely dangerous, but he also understood that only in this way could he protect the young lady's safety.

Lin Feng turned to Chen Yu and said, "Brother Chen, protecting Xin'er's safety is the most important thing." His eyes were firm and serious, and there was no room for doubt.

Chen Yu nodded again. He walked to Chen Xiner, ready to pull her away from this dangerous place. Chen Xiner looked at Lin Feng reluctantly, her eyes full of worry. She said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, be careful. Your knife is with Jian Cang."

Lin Feng frowned, and following Chen Xin'er's gaze, he happened to notice the knife on Jian Cang's back. The outline of the knife gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if it were a part of his body. His eyes became deep, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Lin Feng turned to Chen Xiner and said, "Don't worry, Xiner, I will definitely defeat him and get my knife back." His tone was firm and full of confidence, which made Chen Xiner feel a little relieved.

Chen Yu and Chen Xin'er slowly left the place, their figures gradually disappearing in the afterglow of the setting sun. Lin Feng turned his head and shot a gaze like an ice knife at Jian Cang, his expression as cold as the surface of a winter lake.

Jian Cang seemed completely oblivious to Lin Feng's murderous intent. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile. He slowly reached out, grasped the hilt of the knife behind him, and then suddenly pulled it out. The knife gleamed coldly in the setting sun, its blade straight, exuding a mysterious aura. He pointed the blade straight at Lin Feng, his eyes flashing with a provocative light, and said, "General Lin, you should be very familiar with it. This is your knife."

Lin Feng said nothing, only looking at him coldly. The chill in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around him. His fists were slightly clenched, and his muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Seeing that Lin Feng did not respond, Jian Cang continued, "General Lin, I don't know how you escaped last time. This time, I will use your knife to commemorate you." His voice was full of confidence, as if he was sure of victory.

At this moment, Sun An, who had fallen to the ground behind Jian Cang, also struggled to his feet. His face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. He staggered over to Jian Cang's side, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his eyes burned with hatred as he roared at Xu Tian, ​​"You demon cult monster, today I will take care of you!" His voice trembled with anger, and his eyes were filled with disgust for Xu Tian.

Xu Tian simply smiled contemptuously, his eyes filled with disdain, and replied, "It's still unclear who will get the better of whom today." With that, he flashed and rushed towards Sun An like a bolt of black lightning. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, his speed reaching extreme speed.

Seeing this, Sun An rushed towards Xu Tian without hesitation. He slammed his feet into the ground, sending him flying like a cannonball. The two men met in an instant, fist to fist, palm to palm, in a fierce exchange of blows. Their attacks intertwined like a violent storm, each collision producing a dull thud, and the air around them hummed with the force of their blows.